“Skye,” Drea said, picking up what was going on before I did.
Harley shook her head at an empty spot at the corner of the room and then looked at Dash, frowning. “Okay, thanks,” she said.
“What’s wrong? Is it about Tate?” If this ghost chick said that Tate wasn’t going to make it, I was going to kill her. Again.
Harley shook her head. “It’s personal.”
“Can you tell me?” Tate’s voice filled the room and my head snapped down to see her with her eyes open, looking up at me with a smile.
That smile. I’d forgotten how beautiful it was. It was like an adrenaline shot to the heart, and suddenly I felt like I was the one who’d just died.
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
“Can you tell me?” I asked Harley after she’d just told the entire room Skye had told her something private.
I looked over at Gage and grinned, knowing that he’d fought like hell to save me. Nine people yelped then and scrambled forward to touch my arm, my leg, my face.
“You’re okay!” Gran said, the relief in her voice evident.
“Don’t ever do that again,” my mother snapped, and I chuckled.
“I don’t plan on it.”
“The Angel Gang wasn’t the same without you,” Drea said, and Marlow and Jacob nodded.
“You made me cry!” Harley complained. “Idon’tcry.”
I laughed, reaching out from Gran’s bed to grasp her hand and squeeze.
“Tate.” Gage’s voice was raspy. I knew what he needed.
Looking at Drea, I pleaded with my eyes and she nodded.
“Let’s give them some time alone.” Drea started to shuffle everyone out the door.
Once everyone was out, I sat up and opened my arms and Gage fell into them. He knocked me backward onto the bed, and I laughed against his chest.
“You took twenty years off my life, woman,” he growled against my neck.
Running my fingers through his hair, he pulled back and looked down at me. “Tell me what you need. Anything, and I’ll get if for you. Bacon, a nap, a million dollars. Name it and it’s yours,” he breathed.
I’m pretty sure he was kidding about the million dollars thing, but with Gage you never knew. I reached out and trailed a finger down his neck, watching his eyelids flutter.
“A vacation. Somewhere tropical, with you topless,” I told him. “And bacon, obvi.”
A slow grin spread across his face and his eyes raked over my body.
“As you wish,” he purred, and then moved in to capture my mouth in a searing kiss. When his lips touched mine, a single tear slipped from my eye and slid down my face. It rolled down my cheek and ran across our connected lips, sealing our kiss.
If dying had taught me anything, it was that I didn’t want to waste another moment without this man.
EPILOGUE
ONE WEEK LATER
“So, red bikini or black?” I spun for Drea and Harley, wearing a black swimsuit as they sat at the end of our beds in our dorm room.
Drea smiled. “Red.”
